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A professional wrestling ring. John Cena and Edge are in the ring with two lady wrestlers. One of them wears a pink bra, the other a black one.

John Cena

Say that again, Edge! You think you're better than me?!

Edge

Cena, your mouth has gotten you in trouble for the last time! I'm gonna shut it up for you!

Spectators

Oooooooooooooooooooooo!

Darryl

Mess him up, Edge!

Obese Woman

Kick his ass! WOO!

John Cena

Oh yeah?! I've got somethin' else to tell you, Edge! I slept with Vanessa last night. [everyone boos. Vanessa, the one with the pink bra, is embarrassed and tries to hide her face]

Redneck 1

[his vest has a tag that says "Eddie" on it] Cena slept with Edge's girlfriend?

Cartman

Oh my God, dude, this is sooo awesome!

Stan

I'm having the best time!

Edge

[a huge image of himself is on a massive TV screen behind him] You cheated, and took my belt from me, and now I can't hardly get work wrestling! You took muh girl AND you took my job! [all gasp]

Darryl

He took his job!

Redneck 2

He took his jrrr?

Redneck 3

Took hid drrr! [Edge throws down the mic and prepares to attack Cena. Edge slaps Cena hard enough that Cena falls to the ground, then does a victory pose. The ladies begin to wrestle]

Cartman

Oh, sweet! [the woman in black bra pulls on the other woman's arm using her right leg as leverage, then begins pummeling her. Cena throws Edge against the ropes]

Edge

Whoa... [flies off the ropes and into Cena's clothesline, which sends him to the floor on his back.]

Butters

Yes! Yehhehehes!

Cartman

This is awesome!

The Pepsi Center, night. The show has ended and the fans are pouring out of the center towards their cars. The boys come out as well: Stan, Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Butters, Jimmy, and Token.

Cartman

Dude! That was so badass!

Kyle

Wrestling is awesome!

Stan

This is it you guys! We know what our calling in life is now. Tomorrow we are signing up for wrestling class! [the other boys cheer this decision.]

South Park Elementary, after school, gym. A sign on the gym door says the junior wrestling club is meeting at 4:15. The gym has new windows. The seven boys are present, all wearing protective gear and wrestling uniforms. They look down at their uniforms.

Cartman

The fuck is this?!

Stan

[a couple of seconds later] Why did they have us put on long underwear.

Kyle

Well ah I guess in wrestling we're supposed to make our own outfit, and then wear it over this.

Just, down on, down on the floor. [Cartman bends over a bit, unsure of how to do this, given his girth] Hands and knees. [the coach helps him out in getting into position.]

Cartman

Okay...

Coach

Alright and now how about you. Your name is?

Butters

Triceratops!

Coach

Uh, all right, uh cu, come on over here. I'm gonna position you in the official wrassling starting position. [drapes Butters over Cartman] Here- we- go.

Cartman

The fuck is this?!

Coach

Now just reach around him here. Good.

Cartman

Dude! Dude! DUDE! [jumps to his feet] The fuck are you doing?!

Coach

Get back on the floor! I'm teaching the starting position of wrassling!

Cartman

That's not wrestling, dude, that's fucking gay!

Stan

Yeah, what are you? A child molester?

Kyle

Where's all the cool costumes and jumping off ropes and stuff?!

Coach

Oh, not this again! Let me guess: you just went to that stupid WWE show in Denver last night!

The Boys

Yeah! [all smiles]

Coach

Ugh. [the boys frown at this] The WWE is not wrassling! That's a bunch of fake bullcrap! How stupid are you! Real wrassling, boys, is this! [spreads his arms out to indicate the floor and their uniforms - practice, practice, practice]

Cartman

Well this is fucking lame dude! Let's get the hell out of here, guys. [they all take off their headgear and walk away]

Stan

Yeah, this guy probably wants to take pictures of us naked.

Butters

I got, half a mind to report, r-report you to the police, sir! [throws his headgear on the floor and walks away glaring back at the coach]

Coach

Rrrgh!

Cartman's house, day. He holds up a program written in crayon.

Cartman

The Wrestling Takedown Federation has several matches planned today. Alright, sooo, here's how we'll do this, guys. I'll come out to the ring first and then Jimmy, you come in and tell me you're gonna kick my ass. Then I'm gonna say "You slept with my girlfriend," and I'll charge you into a head slap.

Jimmy

Sounds good.

Cartman

Then Butters, you come in as the ref all like "No no, the fight hasn't started yet," and that's when Jimmy sneaks up from behind and hits me over the head with a foldaway chair.

Butters

Okey doke.

Jimmy

So is that when I t- tell you that your girlfriend is a whore?

Cartman

Noo, let's save the "girlfriend is a whore" line until after Stan headbutts Butters for trying to stop the fight again.

Hey! He slept with my girlfriend, referee! In my country we don't wait for a bell, miste-[Jimmy sneaks up behind him with a folding chair and smashes it into the back of his head, making him fall forward] ah!

Jimmy

Your girlfriend is a whore!

Cartman

[whispers aloud] Wait for it, wait for the whore line.

Jimmy

[softly] Oh, I'm sorry.

Token

You're gonna get it now, Hammerclaw!

Stan

We'll see about that!

Butters

Now hold on! I am stopping the fight! [Stan headbutts him] Eoh!

A park behind the Cartman house. The wall separating the backyard from the field is gone.

Redneck 4

What's goin' on?

Redneck 5

Apparently that crippled kid slept with that Russian kid's girlfriend.

Redneck 4

Jeez they're so young.

First match.

Kyle

I'll kill you, Triceratops! You made fun of my crippled mother!

Butters

That's because your mother betrayed my mother, Juggernaut!

Second match.

Stan

You don't come to this country and make fun of it!

Cartman

And just vhat do you care about your pitiful country?!

Stan

I served my country! I fought for two years in Vietnam.

From the seats in the backyard.

Redneck 6

That kid was in 'Nam? Man, that's incredible!

Redneck 7

Good for you for serving your country!

Out on the street, a redneck runs to tell the rednecks haning out on a truck.

Redneck 8

Guys, check this out! There's this little kid from the Congo, who was raised by panthers!

Redneck 9

Are you serious?

Third match.

Kyle

Just admit it, Congo! Admit that you lied about me to Irene!

Token

I admit nothing! Maybe Irene lied to you!

From the seats in the backyard. There are more chairs present.

Redneck 10

That kid in the hat is havin' sex with two different girls?

Redneck 11

Naw, that little kid from the Congo lied about one of them to try and get the kid in the hat in trouble with his wife.

Redneck 12

They're married?

Fourth match intro.

Jimmy

You have to forfeit the fight, Rad Russian! You cannot fight until your test results come ba-back!

Cartman

I might have to wait for my hepatitis test, but in the mean time, I have brought my comrade from Mexico to wrestle against you!

From the seats in the backyard.

Redneck 9

That Russian kid's got hepatitis?

Fourth match.

Announcer

And here he comes now, the cold-blooded wrestler from Mexico, El Pollo Loco! [Kenny, dressed as a masked luchador, comes out to mariachi fanfare and sparklers. The spectators clap and cheer him on]

Jimmy

What are you doing here, El, El Pollo Loco?

Kenny

(I came here to kick your ass once and for all!)

Nighttime. The wrestling matches are coming one after the other, connected by convoluted plot lines and story arcs.

Kyle

Your girlfriend doesn't even like you, Stan the Man! She likes me!

Stan

You have no idea what you're saying Juggernaut! Irene loves me and I'm gonna marry her!

Kyle

If she wants to be with you, how about you have her tell all these people here?

Announcer

Uh oh, here she comes now! It's Bad Irene! [Cartman, dressed as a diva, walks out of the dressing room and towards the ring. The crowd hoots and hollers. She climbs right in and takes the mic from Stan's hand]

Cartman

Let me tell you something! Let me tell you something! It's true, I love Stan the Man with all my heart, but... I want to be with Juggernaut now.

Stan

What?!

Redneck 13

No! No! What are you doing?! Stan the Man loves you!

Redneck 14

Don't break his heart!

Stan

If you love Juggernaut, Irene, then tell him what you did two years ago! How you killed his child!

Cartman

It's true. I was pregnant with your child and aborted it. [the crowd boos and expresses its disapproval]

Kyle

Irene, no! Why?

Cartman

Do you know what it's like to have an abortion at seven years old? DO YOU? I've had so many abortions. I just... got addicted to them.

Redneck 15

Whoa, did you hear that?

Redneck 16

Shh!

Stan

Irene, you said you loved me!

Cartman

I'm not in love with you, I'm in love with abortions. Don't you undestand?! [screams, runs up to Stan with a steel chair, and smashes him with it, knocking him down]

Spectators

Ohhhh! [Kyle runs up to Cartman and knocks him down with a flying kick] Ahhhh!

Skeeter's Bar, night. A bunch of men are gathered at the bar chatting.

Darryl

I'm telling you guys, you've got to see this. These kids ain't more than eight or nine years old an' they got more problems than you can imagine.

Redneck 13

There's this one kid, he saw his father get murdered. And yesterday he finds the killer, and it's this other kid whose an ex-cop. Needless to say, he whupped his ass good.

No! We're telling you these kids are fucking crazy! You gotta check it out! [the wrestling coach is sitting nearby, stewing at the conversation]

Darryl

You can watch 'em almost every afternoon. It's some of the greatest wrestlin' we ever seen.

Coach

[rises from his seat and approaches the men at he bar] It isn't real! Don't you people understand that stuff isn't real?! None of it! How stupid are you?! [Skeeter and another bar patron look at each other]

Redneck 13

[strokes his chin thoughtfully] What do you mean, it ain't real?

Coach

It's all made up! Fiction! Real wrassling is a serious and respectable sport! Why can't you people understand that that kind of wrestling isn't real?!

Darryl

[walks up to the coach] Mister, there's a little girl out there who's had fourteen abortions, an' she ain't even ten yet. But I guess that's just [holds up two fingers on each hand in a quote gesture] "not real" to you! [turns and walks back to the bar, saying under his breath] Son of a bitch.

Coach

Look look look! [whips out his iPhone to show them] THIS is wrestling. THIS. [two men are shown wrestling in Greco-Roman style. There's a lot of grunting in the match. The bar patrons watch the little screen for a few seconds]

Darryl

Mister, you'd better take your gay porn an' walk right out of this bar.

Cartman's backyard, a new dressing room. The boys prepare for their matches. Stan looks out through the curtains.

Stan

Holy crap dude, there's a huge turnout tonight.

Kyle

Good thing we made those changes to the seating.

Cartman

Alright you guys, let's bring it in. [the boys huddle and hold hands] I think we've done a really great job and let's just keep the energy up, you know, have a good flow, and have fun out there, okay?

Butters

Yeah!

Kyle

Let's do this! One! Two!

Boys

Backyard wrestling!

Cartman's backyard, moments later. The yard has been transformed into a Greek amphitheater. A façade now covers the back side of the house and a wrestling ring is in the amphitheater's pit. The place looks filled to capacity with people chattering, waiting for the matches to begin. The amphitheater lights dim and the crowd cheers as the wrestlers come out.

Cartman

Oh what a perfect night for fighting. Lo, the moon sets upon the tips of the trees and I, the man known as the Rad Russian, start to stir with the excitement of violence.

Stan

Only a country like yours can breed men of such discontent, Rad Russian. But you don't know what real pain is! PAIN! Like I've known. Abandoned when I was four years old by my parents. Left to die in a cold and dark sewage tunnel!

I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid we have to terminate your employment here at South Park Elementary.

Coach

You're firing me? Why?!

Principal Victoria

The school board has decided to discontinue the wrestling program. Wrestling simply involves too much adult subject matter, like murder and abortion. [shows him the South Park Gazette, which has the headline "Kids Wrestle with Adult Issues"]

Coach

No, this isn't wrassling! THIS ISN'T WRASSLING! Principal Victoria, just let me stay on and I can teach kids what real wrassling is!

Principal Victoria

I'm sorry, the board has made up their minds.

Coach

You can't fire me for what these kids do!

Principal Victoria

That isn't the only reason you're being let go.

Coach

What do you mean?

Principal Victoria

[sighs] We... found all the gay porn on your iPhone, Mr. Conners.

The wrestling dressing room, day. The boys are dressing up for another round of wrestling matches. Kyle and Token are talking.

Kyle

So I'm thinking we do the part about Jimmy's relationship with his alcoholic father after you smash Butters onto the table.

Token

Oh! Sure, that works.

Cartman

[rushing in with a letter] You guys! You guys, listen to this! It's amazing!

Kyle

What dude? [the other boys gather 'round]

Cartman

We just received a letter from the WWE.

Stan

From the professional wrestlers we saw in Denver?

Butters

No way!

Cartman

"Gentlemen, We have heard of your wrestling organization and are quite interested in its popularity. The WWE is delighted to inform you that it will be sending a talent scout, President Vince McMahon to view your wrestling event this Saturday the twenty-fourth."

Stan

Vince McMahon is coming to see us?

Kyle

This is our shot at making it into the WWE. To be real wrestlers. [Stan and Kyle begin chanting "Omigod!" repeatedly]

Okay guys! Guys, listen! We seriously have to focus here! We have exactly three days before the scout is here to see us wrestle. We gotta step it up and work it like never before.

Stan

Alright it's time to start the second act. Let's bring the crowd back in from intermission and then improvise some stuff for Saturday!

Intermission. The crowd is milling around in the front lawn, and the darkened amphitheater is visible behind the fence.

Darryl

Yeah, no I I think Congo is a great wrestler; I just think Rad Russian has his number.

Redneck 19

Yeah, but Rad Russian has a lot of abandonment issues. [a chime sounds, indicating the start of the second act]

Darryl

Uh oh, it looks like the intermission is over, better head back.

The amphitheater. The lights come up on Kyle in the ring, who begins to speak.

Kyle

I left my wife today. Walked out of the apartment without saying a word. I ran away from my responsibilities... just like I always do. [an elderly fan holds up a sign: "STOP RUNNING JUGGERNAUT"] And I, again, am alone. [Stan, Butters, and Token climb into the ring behind him]

Stan

Here he is, hiding in the forest as I told you. [Kyle turns to see the other three boys]

Butters

Juggernaut! There is to be an Ultimate Smackdown this Saturday! Are you going to run from that as well?

Kyle

I'll fight anytime, anywhere!

Redneck 20

He don't run from fights, just from responsibilities. [Token swings a chair into the back of Kyle's head, and Kyle falls to the floor]

Crowd

Oohhhhh! [Token begins to twist Kyle's arm] Boooooooo!

Stan

What do I do? Juggernaut is my long lost brother. [Kenny climbs into the ring as El Pollo Loco] And yet Congo saved my life in Nam. [Kenny picks up the chair and swings it into Token, and Stan turns to see him]

Yeah, what's this about? We should be writing our monologues for Smackdown.

Cartman

Well guys, Kenny and I have been talking.

Kenny

(Yeah, we've been talking.)

Cartman

And, I mean, Smackdown might be our one shot at making it into the WWE, right? I mean a shot like this might never come again.

Stan

Yeah?

Cartman

Well, the way we see it, we have three primary obstacles in making Smackdown a great show: Token, Butters, Jimmy.

Kenny

(Yep.)

Kyle

What are you talking about?

Cartman

Guys, let's face it: they can't wrestle for crap! I mean, every time I wrestle with one of them, they flub a line or blow their monologue. And Token? He has no emotion, no timing, he's the worst wrestler I've ever seen!

Stan

He's right.

Kyle

What?

Stan

Dude, it's really hard to do your best wrestling when you're up against Token.

Cartman

Right?

Stan

And Butters and Jimmy I mean, they're okay but, they're never gonna make it as professional wrestlers.

Kyle

Well, so then WWE will recruit us and not them.

Cartman

No dude, they're gonna hurt our chances.

Kenny

(They're gonna hurt our chances.)

Cartman

Because we all know that the new material I've written is stuff those guys can't handle, and we'll suffer from it!

Kyle

So what do we do?

Kenny

(We've gotta bring somebody else on.)

Cartman

Yep. We've gotta bring somebody else on who can handle the more difficult roles that we can wrestle against instead of those guys.

Stan

Somebody who can do the harder stuff we've written so that Token, Butters, and Jimmy can have smaller parts.

Kyle

How do we find somebody who can wrestle that well?

Cartman

It's simple. We just gotta hold tryouts.

Tryouts, later on. Syncopated music plays, similar to "All That Jazz." The four boys are seated at a table a few rows up in the amphitheater.

Cartman

Number seventeen step forward, please? [a man steps forward shielding his eyes from the glare of the spotlights] You're wrestling a Muslim immigrant. You suspect he could be a terrorist and your parents died in the 9/11 attacks. Go!

Number 17

[gets into a slight crouch] You dirty Muslim bastard! I don't trust you, and I never will! Do you know how it feels to lose your parents?! No you wouldn't, you smelly brown Middle Eastern piece of sh-

Cartman

Thank you! Number twenty-four? [another man steps forth as Number 17 returns to his place] You're wrestling for the right to marry Mackenzie Phillips, but just learned that she had sex with her father uh, go!

Number 24

Your father! Your own father! [slaps himself four times] I don't care if you were on drugs, you sick! Whore!

Cartman

Thank you. [Number 24 returns to his place]

Kyle

That guy's a pretty good wrestler.

Kenny

(Mhm.)

Stan

Yeah yeah, not bad.

Cartman

Let's see uh, can we get number thirty seven to step forward again. [Number 37 steps forward] We just wanna get to know you all a little better. What can you tell us about yourself?

Number 37

Not a whole lot to tell, really. Was born in Fort Collins, started watching wrestling when I was four years old. My father... he liked it too. Until he died. [stirring music begins to play] Sometimes I think it's 'cause of him I followed this dream. [breaks into song]

All my life, all I ever wanted was to
Beeeee a wrestler
Fiiiiighting in the ring
Winning that belt.
And so I dreamed every night that I was the
Uuuuundertaaker
Smaaaaashing skulls in
Breaking arms.
But I'm so worked up. This is something I can do.
Do I have what it takes inside?

Stan

Damn dude, that is some badass wrestling.

Cartman

Yeah, this guy crushes.

The coach's trophy room. A whole bunch of wrestling trophies and awards are shown as the camera pans to the right. The coach is seated in his armchair.

Mr. Conners

It isn't fair. All my hard work. [he's reading Saturday's Gazette, which has Vince McMahon's picture and name under the headline "Wrestling Smackdown Brings WWE President"] I'm not going to take it anymore. [he throws the paper to the floor, gets up from the chair, and walks over to a mirror.] That wrestling show is in for a big surprise. [grabs his headgear and puts it on] I'm putting an end to this once and for all! [gets into a wrestling stance] Hyaaaaa!

Cartman's house, Saturday night. A banner under the second-floor windows reads "ULTIMATE SMACKDOWN TONIGHT!!!" People from all over South Park gather on the front lawn. A white limo with the WWE logo emblazened on it comes to a stop in front of the house.

Kyle

[standing on a stool by the front window] He's here! Vince McMahon is here! [the other boys arrive. An assistant opens the back door and Vince steps out and surveys the front yard.]

The backyard amphitheater. The lights go out and two spotlights light up the ring.

Cartman

[over the speakers] Welcome to this performance of Wrestling Takedown Federation: Smackdown. [An opera box has been built to accommodate McMahon. It has four seats, and an usher takes McMahon and assistant to their seats. Vince has his own personal Playbill with "WTF" on the cover]

Stan

Juggernaut? Juggernaut, hey, what's goin' on?

Kyle

You know what's goin' on. It's Smackdown tonight. Which means we might have to fight each other.

Stan

Heyhey whoa, you shouldn't be fighting anybody. What about your cancer?

Kyle

Wait a minute. Who is that?

Stan

It's Triceratops, and he's with Irene. [Coach Connors sneaks up to the side of Cartman's house with a briefcase and puts his back up against the wall]

Kyle

You aren't welcome here, Triceratops!

Cartman

My man can do whatever he wants.

Mr. Conners

Stay calm, you know what you have to do.

Cartman

You're just gonna have to deal with that.

Mr. Conners

For the good of real wrassling. [quickly moves away and out of sight]

Butters

No Irene, please! Just this once, do not abort this baby!

Cartman

My body, my rights! In fact, I'm jonesing for the rush so badly, I don't think I'll make it to the clinic.

Stan

No, you can't possibly mean that-!

Cartman

Yes! I think maybe I'll have another abortion! Right here, right now!

Crowd

Awwwww!

Kyle

There's someone here to wrestle you, Irene! A baby you aborted many years ago survived! And he's here now!

Number 37

[leaps into view in yellow tights and red boots] Mother! Why did you abort me? Why?

Redneck 21

He's alive!

Cartman

You! Get back in the trashcan where you belong!

The opera box.

Assistant

What do you think?

Stan

Irene, there's no way we could let you here, and I'd let you do something informal like that.

Vince

They are decent wrestlers. We'll see how they develop their through lines in the second act. [whips out some opera glasses and puts them on]

Under the bleachers. Coach Connors is sneaking around, occasionally going into a wrestling stance.

Jimmy

Aha! I thought I would find you here, Triceratops!

Butters

Stay out of my business Sergeant Hammerclaw! You just stay out of my way!

Guard

[catching up to the coach] Excuse me. I'm sorry, I'm afraid this area is off limits.

Butters

[after Jimmy says something] Are you sure?

Mr. Conners

Oh don't mind me. [puts down his briefcase] I was just about to- [quickly gets the guard to the ground and takes up the starting position of wrassling.]

Guard

[seems to be enjoying all the moves and grunts the coach is making] Heh whoa-ho! Heh hey! Whoawhoawhoa. Whoahoho. Eheheh. The fuck is this?

The backyard amphitheater. The next segment begins with the Rad Russian holding court while the other wrestlers sway to the music behind him.

Cartman

O, how I long for the spring meadows of Russia! The soft Russian sky!

An upper floor under the bleachers. The coach climbs up a ladder to this floor and sets his briefcase down. He opens the case and assembles the rocket-propeled grenade launcher inside it.

Stan

When are you going to face reality, Congo? Just because you were raised by panthers doesn't mean you are one!

Butters

He's closer to a panther than you'll ever be!

Jimmy

Lies! These are all a bunch of lies! [back to the ring. Kenny has a bloody baby doll under his left arm. A fake umbilical cord is attached to it] Now you listen here, El, Pollo Loco! It doesn't matter if your wife was killed, you cannot keep Irene's aborted baby!

Kenny

(I can keep the baby...)

The railing at the very top of the amphitheater, behind the topmost seats. The coach climbs up and over it with his RPGL.

Cartman

Just let them crawl back to Mexico Sergeant Hammerclaw. [The coach picks up the RPGL, puts it on his shoulder, and takes aim] We can't... might as well go back to your land of burritos, tacos, and take this aborted baby where it will fit in right with all the other aborted babies in Mexico!

Mr. Conners

[while Cartman speaks] Only one shot. [moves his aim from the ring to the opera box] Maximum damage. [zooms in on McMahon] This is all your fault, you WWE president asshole! Your fault we all die here. Right. Now. FOR WRASSLING! [fires the launcher and the rocket takes off. It goes towards the façade, but stops and drops harmlessly into the ring] NO! [Kenny picks it up. It comes back to life and takes off with him holding on. They go all over the place, but finally take off into the sky, where the grenade blows up and releases fireworks. Below, Mexican fans of El Pollo Loco hold up banners: "Viva El Pollo Loco" "Me Gusta El Pollo Loco"]

Fan 1

O dios mio, mataron al Pollo Loco!

Fan 2

Bastardos! [Kenny's theme music comes up as the fireworks continue coming down. Vince and his assistant stand up and applaud the performance]

Mr. Conners

[coming down the bleachers towards the ring] No! No, shut up! [steps into the ring] You idiots want wrassling?! This is wrassling! [performs some wrestling stances and grunts, but gets booed]

Redneck 22

We want some real wrestlers!

Mr. Conners

This is just a bunch of garbage! And you are all ruining the good name of wrassling! [the boos continue] Wrassling is from ancient Greece! It's in the Olympics!

Darryl

What the hell do you care?! Get off the wrestlin' mat! Boo!

Mr. Conners

Why do I care? These kids made it so real wrassling is gone from schools! It's practically gone from the culture. Damn it they took my job!

Crowd

[suddenly confused] Huh? What?

Redneck 5

They took his job.

Redneck 23

I know. Sshh. [the crowd falls silent, waiting for his next words]

Mr. Conners

You want to know pain? Pain is dedicating your entire life to a sport, to a career, and then having it all ripped away from you like a babe from its mother.

Darryl

Oh man, they took his job?

Redneck 13

They took hid-drr.

Mr. Conners

Lost everything! Couldn't even afford to pay for my... little retriever Rex anymore! Animal Control came and got him!

Redneck 24

They took his dog!

Redneck 25

They tok hid-drr!

Redneck 5

Took hid-drrr!

Mr. Conners

I ended up on the streets, stealing! Got busted by the police and had to spend the night in jail! The other inmates, they all beat me up and fractured my jaw to where I couldn't eat!

Redneck 26

They broke his jaw!

Redneck 22

Theeyy broke his jaw!

Redneck 27

Brk hij-jrr! [a rooster in a cage crows]

Mr. Conners

So you see I have nothing left. Nothing! Not even the will to live. [He closes his eyes. The crowd takes it in, applauds, then gives him a standing ovation. He opens his eyes, surprised at the reaction. Flowers begin falling at his feet, and Vince McMahon steps into the ring to approach him]

Vince

Sir, that was one of the finest wrestling performances I have ever seen.

Mr. Conners

What?

Vince

Will you not join our wrestling organization? I promise to make you our leading act.

Mr. Conners

You, you mean it?

Vince

Come! I want to get you in rehearsals right away! [leaves the ring with the coach]

Kyle

What?

Stan

Dude.

Cartman

Hey, what about us? Our show? [the coach is now grinning as the two men walk away]

Vince

Sorry boys. You are decent wrestlers, but lack the raw wrestling talent this man has.